Just as we feel the coronavirus rollercoaster slow, allowing our spinning worlds to calm, our disorientation to adjust, and our expectations rise the ride will end soon, the tracks take an unexpected turn into a dark tunnel. A neon flashing light fizzles and spits the word “horror” as our vision fills with surreal sights and images. Pinned to the ground, a man pleads for breath. Crowds fired-up with frustration and anger, protest in peace but with passion for justice. Their...